Emulous Women, Ch 2
The tall, broad-shouldered man entered the dining room first. He was wearing a white tuxedo, and on his arm was a young woman in a matching and highly evocative dress. He was in his late 20s, tall and broad-shouldered, thickly muscled but also clearly athletic, and he had light brown hair cut in long waves that framed his handsome face. He clearly spent his time out of doors, and he carried himself with the air of a man who knew who he was in the world and expected others to do the same. His name was Bradford, and he managed the gaming and hunting licenses for the region. Given the conditions on the stations, the demand for anything resembling “outdoors” activities from old Earth far outpaced the supply, and tensions sometimes ran high.
About the same age and measuring five feet eight, the woman seemed an ideal mate for her companion. Curly and hanging to her shoulders, her tawny hair framed exceptionally beautiful features whose lines denoted strength of will, intelligence, and a fierce competitive spirit. To add to the suggestion of wild, almost primitive freedom that she exuded, clearly powerful yet feminine played under smooth skin bronzed by the elements. Unadorned by jewelry of any kind, but enhanced by the rich golden tan, the plain halter-necked and sleeveless white satin dress established that she possessed the kind of figure any sex symbol would be proud of. The material of the front clung to her firm, imposing bosom and displayed a nearly risqué amount of cleavage, while slits up both sides of the skirt gave tantalizing glimpses of her shapely legs.
While the other guests discussed the couple, Dawn put her arm on that of her companion and both of them crossed the room to take their seats at the VIP table. However, before they could sit, two bulky men with the currently fashionable stubble on their faces rose to meet them, leaving behind a young blonde woman. Dawn and the blonde shared what could only be described as a poisonous look as they locked eyes momentarily, and then Dawn continued past, swinging her hips seductively as she did. Their female escort seemed the rival for Dawn or some blonde mirror of her. Her hair was so blonde it was nearly platinum, and she seemed about 20 years old. Despite her youthful appearance, she wore black-framed glasses and her nearly white hair was up in a bun behind her head. She wore a black dress with a plunging neckline that revealed a chest as magnificent as Dawn’s and legs equally as feminine and strong that showed through the slits up the side. Her face was beautiful as well, although it evoked a personality of cold calculation and anger rather than Dawn’s spirit and zest. The blonde woman fixed the tawny-haired beauty with an icy stare as her two peers moved to intercept them, and with a deep sigh she reached behind her head and let her hair fall down to her shoulders, giving it a good shake as she did. The women each wanted to prove that she was the most desirable in the room.
“All right, man,” said the taller of the ruffians, his deep voice giving him away as a native Venus’s “settler” class, descended from the workers who first carved the previous metals from the plant’s terrible surface. “What’s the deal with denying us our fucking licenses?”
“Yes, man, you give licenses to your rich friends all the time. We had our applications in before they did, yet you pass us up,” the stranger’s second added.
“Because my rich friends can afford to pay for the services they ask for. You two didn’t pass your credit check,” Bradford answered them. “And after I called around, I learned that you didn’t pay for your rooms at the hotel at the Agola Station before you came here.” The other men started to bristle with anger, but Bradford continued on. “So you see why I wasn’t optimistic you could pay your much higher bills using our services.”
“How dare you suggest we don’t pay!” the larger one yelled, his face turning red. “I should knock your fucking teeth in!”
“You still couldn’t afford to stay here,” Dawn interjected, which drew a sharp hiss from the woman still seated at the table. Dawn could feel the aggression directed at her back now.
Brad laughed, and the tawny beauty’s remark and the giant’s laugh proved too much. The debtor sucker punched Brad; although the young man was quick for his size, he could only partially get out of the way of the punch and was sent staggering back. Brad threw out a jab to keep the man off of him, but smaller man leapt forward and grabbed his other arm, trying to tie him up so the first man could pummel him. As the men struggled, Dawn came to her cousin’s aid. She kicked the grappler in the ass with one shapely leg, freeing Brad enough that he could fight off the larger brute. Her victim turned on Dawn and putting his hand on her forehead, shoved her with enough force that she stumbled all the way back to the tables where the other diners were seated. Judging by appearances, she was neither incapacitated nor frightened by what had happened. Giving a hiss of anger, she started to push herself forward. However, rising and overturning her chair, the blonde woman, Minnie, intervened. Minnie hooked her fingers into the low-cut back of Dawn’s gown and, as she pulled, there was a ripping sound as the material burst open. Dawn’s black lace demi bra and matching panties were exposed along the side of her now-ruined dress, as were the womanly curves of her fabulous body.
Realizing what had happened but apparently oblivious or unconcerned at her half-dressed state, Dawn forgot about going back to aid her cousin. Instead, she spun around and lashed a slap that rocked Minnie’s head sideways. Then, plunging her fingers into the extreme décolleté of the equally revealing black satin evening dress, she repaid the damage with a snarl and a wrench that burst it open down the front. The flesh of her breasts and hips was barely contained by the lingerie. Instead of showing embarrassment over having her equally tantalizing and insubstantial red bra and panties exposed, the platinum blonde retaliated with just as hard of a backhand. Although the impact of the slap rocked Dawn back on her heels, a moment later the two women were pulling each other’s hair. Bent at the waist and grunting and shrieking in pain and anger, they turned in a circle. The women pulled hair and struggled against each other as they whirled around the open dance floor, losing their shoes as they did so. When they were clear of the tables, Dawn released Minnie’s hair and instead, gripping her upper arm, she pivoted and threw the blonde through the air. Breaking her fall in a way that showed skill and experience with this manner of fighting, Minnie spun onto her back and brought her knees up to her chest. As Dawn bent over her to continue her attack, Minnie kicked up with both feet and smashed them into Dawn’s chest. The tawny-haired beauty fell onto her back, moaning and holding her breasts.
Instead of attacking, Minnie rolled across the floor to grab Brad by the leg and sink her teeth into his calf. She managed to hang on long enough for her companions to gather themselves and resume their attack until Dawn recovered herself. She dove onto Minnie and hauled her backward by her hair until the blonde turned and faced her. She grabbed hold of Dawn’s badly torn dress and pulled with all her considerable strength. Feeling the garment giving way, Dawn inadvertently completed its destruction by releasing the hair she was grasping and jerked backward to leave its remains in the clutching hands of her opponent. Then she threw herself bodily onto Minnie and they began a rolling, hair-pulling, struggling mill that took them over the dance floor. In the process the blonde lost what had remained of her beautiful dinner gown. The women alternatively pulled hair, slapped faces, and clutched at each other’s backs. Their bodies were pressed together, their breasts and stomachs and hips and thighs, all still somehow enshrined in their lingerie.
For a few more minutes, the clientele watched a fight that they would long remember. What was more, accepting that the occupants of the VIP table had no objection to its taking place, they began to show their appreciation by rooting for the tawny-haired girl and the blonde giant. However, despite the display of support, nobody offered to rise and led them assistance. Set upon by one or both of the men, Brad displayed his skill with his hands and his feet, more than holding his own. The fracas between the girls was not any less vigorous. In addition to the primitive hairpulling, the girls sometimes regained their feet, where they slapped each other and threw each other around the room. Finally, having knocked the larger man down for good, Brad lifted and threw the smaller man after him. As he did so Dawn and Minnie were lying facedown, gasping for air and trying to push themselves up to their hands and knees.
At that point, I stepped into the center of the room and clapped my hands. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I called, “I hope that you were not alarmed by what you have just witnessed. It was merely a demonstration of a key scene from a new movie that they have just finished filming here. Some of you might recognize the beautiful actress Minnie Pierce,” I said, gesturing toward the blonde twenty-year-old, clad in her red lingerie, hair askew and face red. “And if you don’t, I’m sure you will after the release of Lord of Venus. Joining her were her two stuntmen from the movie, but the high-spirited Ms. Pierce is a bit of an action junkie, by her own admission, which I’m sure you all can now appreciate.” At this the audience clapped to show its appreciation for the actress’s dedication to her craft, and the now more-composed Ms. Pierce smiled and brushed her hair out of her face. “And working with them were the gorgeous Dawn and her cousin Bradford.” I gestured toward the tawny-haired beauty, standing opposite the room, equally gorgeous in her black lingerie, and she also smiled at the appreciate audience. “We have video of tonight’s excitement that we will share with you through your private accounts,” I said, wrapping up.
After a shower and change of clothes, the actors mingled with the dinner guests. I observed Dawn and Minnie’s moving around the room, always keeping distance from each other and always darting a glance toward each other. At last, with a subtle motion, I brought them together in the center of the room, where I stood with two couples who had most often joined my special events on the weekends. “I have a feeling my husband enjoyed your part of the show most,” one of the wives said admiringly to the two ladies. “And I have to admit that I did as well. It was most spirited, I would have sworn that you were not acting.”
“We’ve been working together for the last two days to plan the fight out,” Dawn said. She went on to explain that Minnie had provided their dresses, which were designed to be easily ripped open. However, Dawn had been hesitant to appear topless for their scripted fight, although Minnie had been agreeable to it. So, in accordance with Dawn’s preference, Minnie had also provided especially sturdy bras for them to wear, and the material had in fact stood up during their tussle despite the tremendous strain it had been under, from both the heft of their bosoms and the force with which they had been straining against each other. In fact, as they had rolled around on the floor, pulling hair, both women had put more energy into it than had been necessary.
“Although the kick to the watermelons must still have hurt,” the other wife said.
Both female actors blushed at this. “Well, to tell the truth, that part was not in the script,” Minnie confessed. The two women shared a look, and then the discussion continued.
Later in the evening, I got Dawn alone for a minute. She was dressed more conservatively, in a skirt and a blouse that showed only a hint of her imposing bosom. “It seems that tonight’s show was more spirited than we had planned,” I said, handing her a glass of wine.
“I suppose that’s to be expected. Both of us have a little more fire than the typical woman.”
“You two put on such a magnificent show. Everyone here thinks that you and Minnie were the highlight. And that’s due to your fire, as you put it, as much as it is to your startling beauty.” Dawn shrugged and brushing her hair out of her eye, thanked me. “I mean it. And I think that, if you were willing, a few of us would be very interested in seeing a repeat performance.” Dawn did not answer, but the look in her eye told me to press on. “I’m guessing that tonight wasn’t your first experience with this kind of activity.”
“You wouldn’t be wrong. But why would I want to put on another show?”
“Because this time it wouldn’t be for show. I would love to provide the chance for you and the sweet blonde to settle things for real. Find out who the queen here is. I know for a fact that she’ll be amenable. What about you?”
And so, the next evening, I was sitting in the largest of the estate’s guest bedrooms with one of the married couples who had been at the dinner. I had had my servants clear out the furniture so that it was only the three of us sitting along one wall and the two women. The married couple had joined me for fights previously, and I had known that they would be interested in watching this one. They were also quite well off, and they had put up one-third of the purse for the evening’s competition. But the real competition was evident on the faces of the two women. I had seen it there the night before, during their staged fight, the fire that burned inside both of them. Both of them were wearing string bikinis that strained against the curves of their hourglass figures, Minnie in red and Dawn in black. We had eaten an elegant but simple dinner and shared a glass of wine and some frigid small talk, us in formal dinner attire and the two women in gowns as beautiful and flattering to their figures as those of the previous night. Now, they glared at each other in their bikinis, breathing hard already in anticipation and their desire to begin hostilities. They had agreed to fight according to catfighting rules: slaps to the face and body, punches to the body, hair pulling, biting short of breaking the skin, choking, and breast attacks all allowed. And then, Minnie reached behind her back and untied her top and tossed it aside. Dawn did the same. Now they faced each other across the room topless, their equally large, firm breasts rising and falling.
I called for them to begin, and the two women came forward. Bending at the waist, breasts swaying with their movements, the women circled each other with their hands down and open like claws like jungle cats eager to establish dominance over the other. Dawn slapped Minnie across the face but the platinum blonde slapped her back with a right and a left. Dawn stumbled backward and Minnie rushed in to press her advantage. She threw another slap but Dawn had recovered and she leaned back out of range. As the platinum blonde stumbled past Dawn grabbed her hair with her left hand and jerking back so that Minnie was pulled up straight. And then still yanking her hair, before Minnie could react, Dawn punched her in the stomach. Minnie doubled over, clutching her stomach, and Dawn slapped her across the face. Minnie went stumbling away and Dawn hit her in the face again and Minnie fell to her hands and knees. With a savage smile opening on her beautiful features, Dawn pulled her up by the hair but Minnie hit her in the stomach with a left and then threw a right up into her breasts and as Dawn shrieked and covered her chest Minnie nailed her with a vicious slap that cracked in the silent room. With a grunt Dawn dropped to her hands and knees. She was still active, though, and tried to create space by crawling away. When she was halfway back to her feet a snarling Minnie dove into her.
The two women crashed to the floor and immediately were as if stuck together. Chest to chest and hips to hips, hands digging into hair and pulling with all their strength, the women rolled back and forth. The sight of their voluptuous bodies grinding against each other as they fought on the floor. One instant Dawn was on top and the next it was Minnie. Soon enough they were slapping and hitting at each other’s backs. At last Minnie kicked Dawn off of her somehow and tried to get to her feet but Dawn crashed into her and dragged her back down. The women fell back to the ground and were pulling hair again. They came to their knees, facing each other, and Dawn slapped the blonde across the face and was slapped in return. They slapped each other again and then Minnie nailed her hard, again, turning Dawn around so that she was on her hands and knees facing away from her. Both women were sweating and panting now, their skin red from the hard blows and the exertion. Minnie grabbed her from behind as Dawn straightened herself. She wrapped her arm around Dawn’s neck and attacked her imposing chest with the other. She sank her fingers into Dawn’s feminine sphere, digging and probing with her fingers and kneading the flesh like it was dough. Dawn moaned in pain and pulled at the arm across her throat. Minnie held on and pressed her cheek against Dawn’s as she hurt her. At last Dawn threw her elbow back into Minnie’s ribs, and then again and again until the blonde let her go.
Dawn crawled free as the blonde held her side and the two women came to their feet at the same time. They stood across from each other, glaring, and then they rushed together. Minnie tried to throw a slap again but Dawn just crashed into her. She rammed her head into the blonde’s large chest and drove her backward until she hit the wall with a thud. Dawn hit her across the face with a right and then a left, Minnie grunting with each blow and her head rocking side to side, and then Dawn slapped her breasts with both hands as well. Minnie moaned and covered her chest and Dawn hit her in the face and then grabbed her by the hair and yanked her off of the wall and threw her to the floor. Minnie landed flat on her face. Dawn fell on top of her as she was pushing herself up to her knees so that Dawn’s chest was pressed to Minnie’s back and she reached around and grabbed both of Minnie’s imposing breasts with both hands and she squeezed with all her remaining strength. Minnie howled in pain and rage and she reached back and grabbing Dawn’s hair she yanked. Dawn was now screaming as much as Minnie. At last Dawn yielded and Minnie pulled her off of her.
The tawny-haired and platinum blonde buxom beauties lay panting next to each other on the floor. Then they resumed fighting but now at a much slower speed than before. As Dawn tried to rise Minnie slapped her across the face and then lay atop her. They started pulling hair and rolling back and forth again. At one point Dawn bit down on Minnie’s arm, and later Minnie repaid the wound by biting Dawn’s breast while she was lying atop her with her breasts covering Minnie’s face. After that, the two of them were lying side by side facing each other and they attacked each other’s breasts simultaneously; they slapped and gripped each other’s womanly features with savage violence. They mauled each other like that until finally Dawn pushed Minnie onto her back and she climbed on top of her and then she sat on Minnie’s stomach and continued hurting her breasts while Minnie at last released her own and tried to pry her hands off of her features. Now Minnie was sobbing and gasping with pain and Dawn continued to hurt her. Then she suddenly released her breasts and slapped her hard across the face, rocking her back and forth.
The fight was nearing its end now, we could all sense. Dawn rose and pulled Minnie up by the hair. She slapped her across the face but the blonde was a tough woman and she wasn’t done. Minnie wavered but she hit Dawn back. They traded slaps again and then Minnie closed in and pulled her hair. Both of them pulling hair, bent at the waist, they stumbled around the room. And then with a great heave of womanly strength Dawn gripped the blonde and twisting threw her to the ground. Minnie landed on her back, stunned, staring up at Dawn. Then Dawn lowered herself so that she pinned Minnie’s arms under her legs and planted her curvaceous ass on Minnie’s face. Then Dawn began punching and slapping Minnie’s breasts and stomach. At first Minnie tried to struggle against the woman who was now dominating her but then all resistance stopped and Dawn continued punishing her and then after that she was done and Dawn stopped. Still sitting perched atop the woman she had beaten, her bosom rising and falling as she gasped for air, sweat glistening on her red flesh and her tussled hair, she was the image of feminine pugnacity and determination as well as beauty. Then she stood and planted her foot on Minnie’s beaten and raw chest and smiled at me, tossing her hair back out of her face. And she was the dominant woman.
